Caritas, Monday

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Jake didn't expect a crowd at the pub tonight, so he was using the time to text Des and try and pry something resembling useful information out of him regarding the state of Mal's health.

Des seemed far more interested in whining about the latest guy Tinny was dating. Which, while it wasn't the information he was after, was at least somewhat useful. He'd have to run a background check as soon as he got back to the hotel.

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Stage!

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Haul, haul up the main,
Our schooner's off, she sails again,
From Newfoundland, bound Americay.
Heave, heave, heave, me boys,
We're sailing o'er the Yankee tide;
We're running rum the prohibition way.

Bar!

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When the Americays were dry,
By the laws of old excise;
A Yank could find his drink by way of sea.
And our schooner often ran,
From the banks of Newfoundland;
To quench the thirst,
The Yankee buyer's plea.

Lounge!

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Weighed down our hold,
Prohibition's liquid gold;
To rendezvous off the coast of Maine.
The midnight splash of oars,
The Yankee buyers now on board;
The deal is done,
We're headed off again.

Back Room!

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We're on to Boston Harbour,
To pull another feat;
And I pray to God,
No excise men we meet.
I'd rather be drawn and hanged,
Than to lose me schooner grand,
Never more to sail the open sea.

OOC!

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Now the Boston deal is done,
The Yankee buyer's got his rum;
Our pockets lined,
For Newfoundland we sail.
We're loaded for and aft,
Enough provisions for to last;
The winter, boys, again we have prevailed.


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